My Teacher Is A Werewolf Novels & Stories

The only one I am tempted to sue is Mr Blackwood for his hotness, I was tempted to say but refused to voice out my musings, knowing they might land me in trouble. I trusted Billy to the moon and back, but we were at school… An all-werewolf school. And when one says werewolf, it means heightened senses. I wasn’t going to risk anyone finding out about my crush on the new teacher. My crush? My crush? He’s a teacher for heavens’ sake! I mentally screamed, just about ready to have a meltdown. It was like one step forward, two steps back… And I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to face the man this afternoon during combat lessons.

I spun around, expecting Heather to be there, maybe studying or maybe looking smug. But her bed was made. She was gone “Seriously?” I muttered, grabbing my bag and rushing out of the dorm like it was on fire. By the time I made it to the classroom, I was sweating and flustered. The class was nearly half over. Everyone looked up when I pushed open the door. The teacher, a grumpy old werewolf with a graying beard and a permanent frown, paused mid-sentence. “Miss Hart,” he said coldly. “So glad you could join us.”

the teacher asks playing dumb to insult me. "Ah-... my... my dog, Mr. Smith," I fail to say my lie straight. The whole class rumbles their disappointment. Booing me for what I said. Some even threw paper on me telling me I am an animal abuser. Wow... I never think they are animal lovers...

“I don’t think I can focus enough to write a page or two of notes.” “I know how you feel. But seriously, what happened to you last night?” “I’m fine Dustin. I think I’m watching too many horror movies lately.” She smiled briefly. “I dreamed about a werewolf. Nothing else.” She shrugged her shoulders before facing towards the front of the class. Just as all the rest of the students came rushing into their seats. “Whatever you say.” The teacher walked towards the front of the class. With his hands behind his back. Ava always believed he was some military man. Just by the way, he stood at times.

“How dare you? Who…what gave you the right?” He shrugs, just staring at me with uncaring eyes. Where has he gone? The kind wolf that saved me from the ocean, and held me while I slept just so I wouldn’t feel the pain my father inflicted. That wolf is gone, replaced by the beast before me. My teachers were right after all, werewolves are monsters. “Why?” I ask, hating the tears that are spilling over my cheeks. “Why are you doing this to me?”

I doubted he would reciprocate them fully anyway. Our history teacher was your classic coach type of teacher. The kind that was hired to coach football but had to also teach a class to get his full pay check. This class was going to be a piece of cake. “Does this school have sports like football or basketball? I ask Greg as we take our seats. “Yeah, we do. We play against schools with humans as well as other packs.” “How does that work? I mean, aren’t werewolves stronger and faster than humans?" I ask.

Kat asked. "History of Werewolf and Human Relations with Mr Tanner." I responded. Kat and I have the same schedules each year with a few exceptions considering she takes more advanced classes that would help her get into the AAP. Classes I could never take. I'm not as strong or fast and my reflexes aren't as lightning quick as the rest of the Werewolves here. Disadvantages of having a werewolf mother and human father. Kat leaned against my locker. "I kind of like Mr Tanner. He's the only theory professor around here who doesn't make me want to doze off after the first five minutes of the lesson."

Theo’s younger self swirls around my head. A ten-year-old boy is wearing a bored look on his face. His white uniform has smudges of blood and dirt. He is holding a baseball bat and on his feet is a trembling and wounded student that is halfway on his werewolf shift. ‘What teacher?! You plan to annoy me too?!’ he asks. ‘Want to replace him on the ground?’ ‘Eugene! Students already know you are strong! There is no need to keep on reminding them!’

Are they going to attack me? The door swings open, and a woman walks in, standing confidently at the front of the class. “Hello, everyone. I’m Professor Bennett. Welcome to Wolf 101,” she says with a bright smile. I feel relieved. For now, at least, I don’t have to worry about being bullied by these wolves. “Let’s start with an interesting question,” Professor Bennett says as she uncaps a marker and writes on the whiteboard. “In just one word, who are werewolves?”

Unlike Alex who was talkingwhile chewing during breakfast a few days ago. While Alex was talking I just stood beside him with a faint smile frozen on my face. Because I still felt awkward as I glanced around me, I recognized a few people at my school, Annelise, Regan, and a few neighbors around my house. My stomach felt even more twisted seeing Mr. Turner, my chemistry teacher, was standing a few feet in front of me and was chatting with an administrative staff member at my school. These guys are werewolves, and they cover it up really well all along.